Saturday, November 14, 2015

Her Web Master by Normandie Alleman #BDSM #Free on KU

I'm showcasing a brand new BDSM Erotic Romance from Normandie Alleman today! I've read it and it's DIRTY. Like really, really dirty. And, for a limited time, it's offered at 99cents! And FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers! Check it out...

Book Description

An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.

I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go...

My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me--body, mind, and soul--into an ocean of eroticism. 

Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me.  If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.

Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, "For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid."

And I am going to pay...

Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you're looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.

Excerpt – (Abridged Prologue) Rated R:

I stared at the ice cubes in my glass, all that was left of my first drink. I was only allowed two, so I relished the sensation as bourbon sank deliciously into my bloodstream, numbing me ever so slightly. I tried to wait patiently for the next cocktail to arrive, but patience had never been my strong suit. An only child, spoiled rotten by my parents who’d all but given up on having children when I came along, I wasn’t accustomed to waiting. But today of all days, I needed that next drink to calm my frayed nerves.
The restaurant at the Omni Hotel wasn’t crowded, about what one expected on a Thursday late afternoon. The elegant d├ęcor looked to be the result of a recent remodel, and I wondered who had done it. My mother would want to know the name of the designer. She served as the director of Fort Worth’s Junior Cotillion, as well as on a number of museum boards, and she’d taught me to stay abreast of all things related to the arts, but right now considering the hotel’s new look only helped distract me from an imminent meeting with the most important man in my life. 
I was excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with my lover. 
Our first meeting face-to-face.
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It always misbehaved.
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me. 
Sure it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
A few months ago, when I’d been supremely pissed at my cheating husband, I went online. I admit it, I’d been looking for trouble, which was mind-numbingly easy to find. I hadn’t intended to find a darker side of myself with needs that could never have been met by my philandering husband.  I’d never meant to find someone. I’d merely been looking, searching—for what, I wasn’t sure. 
What I did find was a whole new world of dominance and submission, self-inflicted pain as well as pleasure, and sexual satisfaction with a stranger. A man who reached out and touched me in corners of my soul I hadn’t known existed. We spoke every day, I performed sex acts upon myself at his command, and sent him reports on the intimate and sometimes humiliating tasks he gave me. 
I was his submissive, and he was my Master, and every aspect of our relationship took place over the internet. I addressed him as “Sir”, but in our chats he went by the moniker, “MC.” We communicated only via Skype, email, chats and the occasional phone call. That is, until today.
I always insisted we not use a webcam, even though he implored me to do webcam “sessions.” My privacy was of the utmost importance to me, so I always refused. I’m a kindergarten teacher at one of Fort Worth’s finest preparatory schools! I couldn’t take the risk of being videotaped during our play sessions. So the only notion I have of what my Master looks like is a product of my imagination. 
But today he flew to Houston to meet me in person. To have a real “play date.” In the flesh. A chill ran across my flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. 
The waiter set my second bourbon in front of me. Always cognizant of my manners, I thanked him with a smile. I had been born into one of the wealthiest families in Texas and I’ve been given every advantage. I attended the right boarding schools, wore the right clothes, and behaved as any proper debutante should. And what had that gotten me? 
An unfulfilling marriage to an unfaithful jackass and a lifetime of trying to meet other people’s expectations rather than my own. I sipped my drink then smiled. But not today. Today I was doing what I wanted for a change.
I would finally meet the man who dominated me for the past four months. My stomach roiled with anticipation. What would he look like? Would it matter? Of course whatever he looked like, he wouldn’t be the “Master” I’d daydreamed about. 
Things never worked that way. It would be like conjuring an image for the hero in a book, and when a movie is made, the actor never matches the character in your head. Always a disappointment.
I’d tried to prepare myself for that from the beginning. I never pictured MC to be a handsome movie star. Instead, I envisioned him as rather average, with salt-and-pepper hair and kind features. For some reason I pictured him wearing glasses, possibly he had a beard. 
In any case, it wasn’t his physical appearance that was captivating. MC awakened a primal response in me. He exposed my mind to a world in which I could be open about my sexual desires. A world where the wanton girl inside me was encouraged to come out and play, rather than squelched and pushed into a back closet where she had always lived. He controlled my sexuality, sensing my deepest, darkest needs. And it didn’t hurt that he made me feel cared for and cherished at a time when I desperately needed that. I wanted to please him.
Draining my second drink, I considered a third. I sighed deeply at the thought of the swats that MC would rain down on me for breaking his two-drink maximum. It made me wriggle in my chair, and the excitement between my legs spread down into my toes. My phone showed it was 5:12, and my tummy tightened. Any minute now… He told me he would be here at 5:15. The wait had been both excruciating and delicious at the same time—a perfect reflection of our relationship, a testimony to both pain and pleasure.
“Close your eyes, my pet.” The familiar voice came from behind my chair. It was a sound I’d come to crave and hearing it sent shivers of anticipation dancing down my spine. Suddenly, I wanted to freeze that moment in time, to stop things while things were still beautiful between us, before reality could mar the fantasy.
A hand circled my nape. His touch was like an electric current, setting my skin aflame. I leaned back against his fingers, shamelessly aching for more, though I knew I should maintain my composure because we were in a public place. But it was all I could do not to moan out loud. 
He wrapped my long hair over his wrist and gripped it firmly. “I see you were looking at your phone. Did you think I’d be late?”
“Good. I’m going to sit beside you, to your left, but you will keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Do you understand me?”
“What did you say?” He pulled my hair tight, and I immediately wondered if anyone in the restaurant noticed.
“Yes, Sir.” My heart thumped hard in my chest. 
“That’s better.”
He let go of my hair, and I yearned for him to touch me again. I kept my eyes closed, though I knew I must look an odd spectacle. 
“Was that your second drink?”
I nodded.
“I expect you to answer me properly.”
I squirmed in my seat. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like another one?”
“Yes, but you said I could only have two.”
“Do you plan to be a good girl today?”
“Yes, Sir.” 
“Since you followed my directions so well and this is something of a special occasion, you may have another one. What would you like?”
“I’ll have a bourbon and water, please, Sir.”
“That’s a mighty strong drink for a young lady.”
I wasn’t that young, but I appreciated the chivalrous thought. “My grandmother taught me that if you drink bourbon and water it won’t sneak up on you the way sweeter drinks will. That way a lady can always take care of herself.”
“Smart woman, your grandmother.”
I listened as he ordered more drinks, my eyes closed the whole time, feeling ridiculous. Then I gave up and lowered my head, pretending to look at the ground. I’d spent my entire life being worried about what people thought of me. It was exhausting, trying to be perfect all the time.
Part of me was dying to cheat, to open my eyes to see what this dynamic man actually looked like, while the other part was enjoying the game and wished it could go on forever. Because once I saw his face, nothing between us would ever be the same. The fantasy would disappear, replaced by a yet-to-be-known reality, with only a few of the fragments of our mutual projection remaining. 

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About the Author:

A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of children, hunky husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like up to the minute new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587. 

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Friday, November 13, 2015

Myka and the Millionaire by Alexis Alvarez #spanking #BDSM

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it will publish with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th
Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel's palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire
The air smelled of sex and flowers; Myka’s head felt dizzy and she stepped closer to Gabriel, treating him like a safety raft, forgetting momentarily that this was his creation. He looked at her; tipped her chin up with his finger. He was more dominant now. “Look at me. Are you doing all right?” He gazed at her to be sure, then nodded. “Then let’s walk around. Where do you wish to go first?”
Myka pointed. “There.” She couldn’t take her eyes away from the spanking bench, and the woman cuffed to it, naked, offering her body up to the man beside her.
Gabriel guided her over until they were standing a few feet away. He whispered into her ear, “We never interrupt a scene unless it’s a safety concern. We’ll stand back and watch from here, yes?”
The man bent down to whisper something, and although it reminded Myka of the couple in the previous club, she felt safer here. But when the man picked up something from the floor, Myka caught her breath, clutched more tightly at Gabriel’s arm. It was a leather paddle, black and long. It looked wicked; the leather shone in the dim light, and the whole thing looked powerful. No toy, this. It seemed capable of delivering serious pain. But she felt a sharp flare between her legs, looking at the thing, imagining how it would feel on her own ass. Wielded by Gabriel’s hand.
The man ran the paddle up the woman’s naked legs, up to her buttocks, and she clenched her muscles. He smiled and said, “Feels soft, right? Answer me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. “Very soft.”
“But it won’t feel that way in a few minutes, will it?” He continued stroking her with the paddle, and she didn’t answer.
Gabriel whispered to Myka, “He’s forbidden her to talk unless he specifically tells her to answer. Anything else is for her to hear, but not to respond to. If she makes a mistake, she gets punished.”
Myka wasn’t sure she liked that. “It sounds like Simon Says with a wicked twist.”
Gabriel stifled a chuckle. “I suppose it does. It’s a hard game, true, but they both like it. Watch her. See how she’s becoming aroused?”
The woman glistened between her legs, which were spread across the bench and fastened down at the ankles. Myka couldn’t believe she was watching a naked woman in real life, discussing arousal levels.
“She loves this,” Gabriel continued. “They play this way often.”
The man slapped the woman’s left ass cheek with his hand, making her cry out in surprise, leaving a bright red mark that faded quickly. He rubbed it for a few seconds, then slapped the other, hard. The woman whimpered, wriggled in her bonds. Myka could see her trying to rub her clit against the bench.
The man noticed too, spoke to her sharply: “Jessica. You know better.” He raised the paddle and brought it down hard, making the cheeks indent and bounce back, and the woman cried out; before she was even done with her sound, the paddle hit again, and she choked out another cry. The paddle continued to slap at her ass, lower, higher, left, right; the uneven rhythm beat a staccato tune that made Myka’s nipples peak and ache. She shifted, uncomfortable with her own hunger, even as she could see the woman’s stimulation growing.
The paddling seemed to go on forever; Myka watched, mesmerized, as the stiff leather hit hard into the soft flesh. Jessica’s body seemed to learn the rhythm after a while, the slap, hard indentation, the retraction. Her gasps indicated that although the paddling hurt, she was also enjoying it.
At first Jessica’s skin showed a few bright red marks from the first paddle blows; soon the entire surface of her cheeks was a bright pink with patches of redder skin here and there. And as the spanking continued, her entire bottom became a shiny, painful-looking red.
Finally the man dropped the paddle with a clatter and said, “Enough. Do you agree, Jessica? Answer me.”
“Yes, sir!” Jessica wailed. “God, please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jessica?” the man asked her, teasing her wetness with his fingers. “I think the punishment turned you on.”
The woman moaned, but didn’t answer; she pulled at her bonds, trying to entice his fingers closer.
“Do you want to ride my hand? Should I bring my fingers closer and let you enjoy some pleasure, now that you took the pain for me?” He stroked her with one hand, and inserted the other one beneath her chest to play with her nipples.
Jessica whimpered, “Please, Brett. Sir.”
Brett removed both hands and stood. “Did I tell you to speak?” He picked up a cane from beside him on the floor. “You know what happens when you disobey. Five strokes, hard ones. Any noise and I double it. Understand? Answer me.”
“I understand, sir,” the woman said with a small sob.
Myka turned to Gabriel, pulling his arm. “Is he—is he going to really hurt her?” She didn’t realize how tense her hand was until he gently pried her fingers out of the tight clench.
“No more than she can handle,” he murmured. “She hasn’t said her safeword, Myka. She wants this.”
“But how do you know? How does he know? It looks so awful.” Myka’s voice started to rise despite her intentions, and she put a hand to her mouth, remembering the rule about not disturbing.
Gabriel led her a distance away. “Does this scare you?”
“Yes. No. Yes. I—A little. It hurts her. What if she’s only taking it because she thinks she has to? Because she’s broken inside? Because she’s turned into a zombie?” Myka’s hands clenched again, nails digging into her palms.
Gabriel tapped her hands. “Relax, Myka. When she’s done, we’ll talk to her, to them. You can ask her. Yes?”
“God, I don’t know. That would be so… weird. Wouldn’t it?” Myka glanced back over in time to see the cane swish down onto Jessica’s skin, hard. Jessica made a high keening noise and her whole body tensed up. Myka’s did too, when she saw the bright red stripe across the Jessica’s already marked buttocks.
Gabriel put his hands on Myka’s shoulders. “Do you still want to watch?”
Myka nodded, unable to look away, even though she felt a kind of terror. The cane fell again, again. Again. Jessica’s body quivered and shook, but the only sounds she made were tiny high-pitched squeaks and squeals. Myka had no idea how Jessica was managing not to scream. Again. Each stroke left a new red stripe, delineated and raised, and Myka could tell that those were going to last for a while. Finally Brett dropped the cane, and Myka breathed out a shuddering sigh of relief.
Gabriel was watching Myka, not the couple, his eyes thoughtful. “He’ll give her the pleasure now,” he whispered, touching Myka’s arm. “Watch.”
And Myka did watch; she stared as Brett knelt down and used his mouth on Jessica, his hands stroking her breasts and her skin; she looked on as the woman exploded in a clear burst of ecstasy, her whole body shaking, screams of pleasure bursting from her throat, an endless song of joy, several full minutes of whole body arousal. Myka felt sweat bead on her forehead, her own breathing quicken, and whether it was from Jessica’s exquisite pleasure or the smell and warmth of Gabriel beside her as well, it was hard to say.
By the time Jessica stopped orgasming and collapsed back into herself, Brett bent over her, whispering to her, stroking her, Myka’s fingers were in her mouth and she stood entranced. When Gabriel brushed her shoulder, she started, but followed as he said, “Come with me.”
He led her out of the main room into a smaller one, empty, and closed the door. This room had a large bed, but Gabriel directed them to a soft couch. He handed Myka a bottle of water. “Drink it all,” he ordered with a smile, “and then we’ll talk.”
Myka frowned, but realized her thirst; after the alcohol and the stimulation of watching the couple, she was parched. She drank deeply, handed him the empty bottle, and looked at her hands in her lap.
“It’s intense, yes?” Gabriel asked her.
Myka nodded. “I wanted to see this, I’ve been so curious. It’s much harder than it sounds in books. Rougher in real life than in videos online.”
“Also more arousing.” Gabriel’s voice was curious. “I think watching that scene turned you on, Myka. Am I right?” When Myka didn’t answer, he tapped his finger under her chin. “Myka. Answer me, please.” His eyes were trained on hers, waiting.
Myka flushed. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want to try that with me? Let me bind you, punish you, bring you to ecstasy?”

Thanks so much for having me on your blog! Happy reading, everyone. 
About Alexis Alvarez
Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family.  Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism.  When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.  

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Taken as Payment by Jaye Peaches #spanking #BDSM

Hi Natasha, thank you for inviting me to your blog. 
The fun part of writing science fiction is pushing the boundaries and experimenting with alternative worlds. Iona has been given to Xane because her community can’t pay their taxes. Now his servant, she must wear a collar. Having refused to put it on, he’s taken her over his knee for a long spanking.

She had started to whimper, then the soft sobbing came. To his relief—as he hadn’t wanted to inflict unnecessary marks on her or imply he was some monster who enjoyed inflicting pain—she gave in. Her body went lax as the rigidity in her muscles disintegrated, leaving her spent and slumped across his lap. He ceased his spanking and rubbed the rouge of her heated skin, dissipating the fire within her cheeks with small circles of his tingling palm.
“Will you wear your collar?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” A solitary affirmation but it was all he required.
Xane released his hold on Iona and guided her down to his side and onto her knees. Her cheeks bore the tracks of tears, while her eyes were puffy and red. He stroked her hair, waiting for her to catch her breath. Without any prompting from him, she rested her forehead on his thigh and a few minutes slipped past quietly.
Taking the collar out of his pocket, he carefully placed it around her neck, attaching it at the back with the clasp. It fitted snugly, but not tightly, and it seemed to weigh only a few grams.
She fingered it. “Can’t I put it on when I leave the apartment?”
“No. Only take it off when you immerse yourself in water. It’s supposed to be waterproof, but you may cleanse yourself unhindered. You have to prove to me you will be conscientious about wearing it, then I might allow you some exceptions. I wish to make it clear to you, Iona, there will be rules, certain conditions to ensure your good conduct and you will comply or face the consequences, here in this room, bent over.”
She sucked in air through pursed lips. “Very well.” She rose and he helped her to her feet. “Please, may I go now,” she said coldly, without looking at him.
Xane tipped her chin up, forcing her to show him her eyes. No longer red around the rims, they shone like black pits surrounded by melted silver. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You’re very beautiful, quite extraordinary…” he whispered. She flinched and he dropped his hand away. “Are you afraid of me?” It would disappoint him greatly that she feared him when he wanted nothing but loyalty and respect from her. At least for now those emotions would suffice.
The pause lengthened. She shook her head. “No. I don’t fear you.” Her voice trembled. He wasn’t convinced.
“This,” he touched the thin strip around her narrow neck, “means you are taken care of. Without it… others might assume you are a Chandran and must behave as we do. You are not prepared for that.”
Her eyebrows drew in, forming lines on her forehead. Naturally, she had no idea about such things.
“It is of no matter for now,” he added hastily. “Go prepare some food. Explore that kitchen. Make something sufficient for the three of us.”
“And where do I sit while you and Daxar dine? On the floor where you feed me your scraps?”
Xane sighed. “No, Iona. You sit next to me. Where else would I want you?”

When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission. 
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Maddie Taylor's What About Love #BDSM

Thanks for having me on today Natasha.  I’m featuring an excerpt from my new release, What About Love, the final book in my Club Decadence series.  It has been almost three years in coming and seven books in total, not counting two spin off series that are still underway.  

I love these sexy Doms and can’t get enough.  As long as readers hungry for more keep gobbling them up, I’m happy to oblige.  Watch for more soon in my Decadence LA and Decadence Nights.  

But today, I’m here for a preview of What About Love, so away we go…

What About Love
Club Decadence Book 6

The set up:

Angie takes her job seriously, but she might just have bitten off more than she can chew with this assignment as she prepares to go undercover as a submissive at Decadence LA.  Her partner and Dom trainer is going to show her how to make it look real and to do so she must get real with a little on the job training.  Yikes!  What’s a vanilla agent to do?


The excerpt:

His hand left her hair and his mouth eased back long enough to pull her summer weight sweater over her head. Sliding down her back, his adept fingers unhooked her bra, drawing the straps down her arms. She helped by pulling her hands free and tossing it aside. He palmed the lower curve of one breast and plumped it up, his head dipping to capture the taut point between his lips. Angie’s hand curled around the back of his, holding it there as she pressed forward, offering his busy mouth full access as he sucked, licked and bit lightly. When he moved to her untouched side, paying it equal time, his free hand swept down her back into her waistband. Thank god for elastic, came to mind, as his fingers dipped inside and continued their trek downward, easily accessing the back of her panties and digging into one fleshy cheek. 
Angie’s head rolled back on her shoulders as she ground her needy pussy against the hard ridge of his jeans. Still needing more, her fingers sought his belt and worked at the buckle. 
“Uh, uh, greedy girl,” he corrected as he caught her hands. “As your Dom, I set the pace.” A frisson of excitement passed between them, electrifying the air. He took her wrists and guided them behind her head. “Lace your fingers together and keep them there until I say.”
His stare was bold as he waited, watching intently. 
“I’m the right kind of man, Angie. Submit to me.”
She didn’t question him, wanting to do as he said, because if felt right, somehow. She clasped her hands at the back of her neck, murmuring, “Yes, Sir. I want that, so very much.”
He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, approval written clearly on his face, in his gleaming eyes and the satisfied curve of his lips. Then he went back to his sensual torment of her nipples with his mouth as his hands tugged her pants down as far as her spread thighs would allow. This time, as one returned to mold against her ass cheek, the other slipped inside the front of her panties, his long fingers seeking her moist heat. As the pad of one fingertip slid over her clit, she cried out in a shuddering voice.
“T, please.”
Suddenly, his mouth was gone and his hands found her armpits, flipping her onto her back on the wide cushioned sofa. Her pants and panties were stripped from her legs and his hands spread her thighs incredibly wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. His mouth found her, licking into her, hot and hungry. As her mind reeled from the pure unadulterated pleasure of it all, she arched against him needing more. Her fingers dove into his hair, hands gripping tight as she pulled his head in closer.
“Hands, Angie,” he growled, his breath rushing over her clit.
She became momentarily confused.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?”
Remembering, she freed his hair from her grasp, once again lacing her fingers behind her neck, more tightly this time. He hummed his approval, the vibration buzzing along her clit and downward, throughout the entire length of her slit. It was pure heaven.
Without her hands, she could only press upward, arching her pelvis to seek more. He took care of that, too, by pushing her knees into her chest and lifting her ass up to his mouth with his giant hands. His tongue licked slowly through her split, starting low by drawing a hot wet circle around the puckered skin, then up further, to her weeping entrance where it delved inside, swirling around in a mind numbing caress. He lingered there for long moments before moving on, going higher to the hard, pulsing bud. Once there, his mouth opened wide and he sucked hard, his tongue lashing her clit relentlessly without losing any of the glorious pressure. 
“Holy fuck!” she screamed.

He released her with a pop and a triumphant laugh that became muffled as his tongue repeated the path in reverse, slowly moving from her clit downward to end up tonguing her ass once again. 


The blurb:

On the outside looking in for years, Angela Hixson thinks she knows what the BDSM club scene and lifestyle are all about from watching her friends with their dominant husbands and attending “Little Black Dress” Nights in the lounge at Club Decadence. But when her boss tags her to go undercover as bait for a serial killer at a BDSM club in LA, she learns she has no idea what being submissive really means. 

Partnered with Antonio “Lil T” Minelli, sexy as hell ex-Green Beret turned security and covert ops specialist for Rossi Security, and the last available Decadence Master, Angie must guard her heart or risk losing it to the one man who has the power to make her kneel in surrender. He is also a man who has made no secret that marriage, family and love aren’t for him. Instead, having sworn off relationships beyond the walls of his club, he meets his needs with an available, willing submissive, making it clear up front not to expect more than an unforgettable night. 

Thrown together again and again, at work, at play, and in near constant emotionally charged situations, Angie and Lil T fight their attraction, but succumb to their undeniable desire. The chemistry between them is explosive, as is the sex. As Angie falls under the spell of his expertly wielded flogger, her fears come to fruition when she realizes she’s lost her heart and given her love to a man who swears he doesn’t have it in him to give in return. In time, she sees past the fun loving, player exterior to the tortured man beneath. Can she convince him to take a chance, to entrust his damaged heart into her loving hands and try again? Or will he reinforce the shields he’s built over the past decade and push her away, losing her forever? 

What About Love is the final installment in the Club Decadence series. Catch up with old friends in this fast paced, action packed story, full of as much BDSM adventure and romance as the others in Maddie Taylor’s popular series. 

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Monday, November 9, 2015

Alexis Alvarez Interviews Me on Writing and Life in Amsterdam

Fellow author and friend Alexis Alvarez took the time to interview me about writing and life in general. Click on over to Graffiti Fiction to read the interview! That's me with my cocktail... Or my legs with my cocktail I suppose.